Death Guns In Another World - Chapter 2030 - 2030: Fastest Dungeon Raid 4
Seizing the moment, Alex focused all his strength into his right arm and delivered a powerful punch to the monster’s stomach.
Boom!
The impact sent the ogre flying backward, its roar of surprise echoing through the chamber. The force of Alex’s punch was overwhelming, and he knew he had gained the upper hand in their first exchange.
Smoke and dust billowed from the impact crater. The twin-headed ogre’s massive body groaned as it stood, muscles twitching, blood dripping from the edges of its armored gut where Alex’s punch had landed. Both heads snarled in unison, enraged and humiliated.
“He sent us flying with a punch…?” growled the right head.
“This one’s dangerous. We’ll kill him.” spat the left.
From across the battlefield, Alex slowly walked forward, boots echoing against the marble-like floor of the chamber, shoulders relaxed but aura rising like a tide. His magic circuits pulsed with power—flame and ice intertwining in perfect harmony. His coat flared behind him, and his eyes locked on the ogre with unwavering intensity.
This wasn’t just a fight. It was a declaration.
Suddenly, the ogre roared again—this time louder, furious. Magic surged through its body as both heads opened their mouths in sync.
“Dual Breath: Inferno Avalanche!”
One side breathed a river of fire, the other an avalanche of ice. The two elemental torrents spiraled toward Alex like a deadly yin-yang serpent, destroying the ground in their wake, turning stone to magma and steel to frost.
Alex’s pupils narrowed.
“Two elements at once—! It’s trying to trap me in the collision zone!”
Without hesitation, he kicked off the ground and dashed sideways, ice bullets firing in rapid succession beneath his feet to create a path mid-air. The elemental blast barely missed him—but the shockwave sent him spiraling.
Mid-flip, he spun his body and unleashed a barrage of flame bullets, creating a screen of fire to block incoming ice shards from the ogre’s follow-up strike.
He landed in a slide, flipped backward, and extended his hand.
“Mana Construct: Dual Ring!”
Two magic circles flared into existence—one burning crimson, the other gleaming icy blue. They rotated around each other like twin planets.
“Let’s turn up the heat.”
Dozens of bullets formed in the air—alternating fire and ice—and launched like a storm.
The ogre swung its bastard sword, cleaving through half of them, but several struck its armor, detonating in small, focused bursts. One flame bullet hit the right head in the cheek, singing it. The left head growled and retaliated.
BOOM!
A colossal leap.
The ogre soared high, sword raised above its heads like a cleaver ready to split the world in half.
“Meteor Slash!”
CRACK!!
The sword came down—an earth-shattering strike that split the ground. Shockwaves rippled, cracking the walls of the chamber. Debris rained everywhere.
But Alex was already in motion.
“Acceleration Rune: Activate.”
A glyph flared beneath his feet, and in a burst of blue light, he vanished—reappearing behind the ogre mid-air.
“Eat this—Heaven’s Fang!”
He gathered mana into his fist, compressing it into a single point—then struck down with a blindingly fast overhead punch, directly on the ogre’s shoulder.
CRACK!
A chunk of the armor shattered, exposing raw flesh.
The ogre stumbled—but retaliated immediately, swinging backward with the sword.
Alex blocked with a mana barrier, but the sheer force flung him back across the arena. He flipped mid-air and landed, sliding on one knee.
Breathing hard, he clenched his fists.
“It’s strong… But I’m stronger.”
His aura surged—flames erupted on one side of his body, frost blooming on the other. He crossed his arms, and magic circles bloomed beneath him, hundreds of lines etching the floor.
“Overlimit Mode: Flame-Frost Resonance!”
The chamber trembled. His body glowed with ethereal power. Hair fluttering, eyes glowing bright with twin hues.
The ogre paused.
Even it could feel it.
Something was coming.
Alex charged, a comet of fire and ice.
The ogre met him mid-run, slashing its blade.
CLANG!!
Their powers collided in a blinding explosion. Sparks danced like lightning across the floor.
Alex weaved under the blade, firing an ice bullet into the left knee, crippling its stance, then spinning to the right and unleashing a fiery uppercut that exploded against the right jaw.
BOOM!
The ogre staggered back. One head roared in pain. But the second head glared at Alex, a new chant forming in its throat.
“Forbidden Art: Twin Breath Cataclysm!”
Both heads opened wide.
One summoned a firestorm. The other conjured an icy maelstrom.
They merged together into a swirling black vortex—a fusion of fire and ice. It condensed into a dense sphere—then shot toward Alex like a comet of annihilation.
He stood still.
Breathing slow.
“Alright… time to end this.”
His right hand blazed. His left hand froze. He slammed them together.
“Absolute Judgement!”
A colossal sigil burst open beneath him. From it, a divine lance of pure hybrid magic shot forth—spiraling fire and ice in a single, destructive force.
The two attacks collided mid-air—
The room went white.
Then—
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
A shockwave of cosmic proportions blasted outward. Stone peeled away. The chamber cracked. Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
And then—
Silence.
As the light faded, the twin-headed ogre knelt in the center of the battlefield. Cracks webbed across its armor. One head was limp—shattered by the blast. The other gasped for air, still trying to rise.
Alex stood before it. Blood trickled from the corner of his lip, but his eyes burned brighter than ever.
“It’s over.”
With a final step forward, he raised his hand. One last bullet formed—silent, condensed, perfect.
He fired.
The shot pierced through the ogre’s remaining head. It froze mid-roar.
Then it collapsed—like a felled titan.
The chamber rumbled… then stilled.
Alex stood amidst the ruin, his chest rising and falling. Slowly, he exhaled—his Overlimit state fading. The swirling magic around him dissipated.
A light appeared at the far end of the room. A portal to the surface.
But before leaving, Alex glanced back at the fallen boss.
“Not bad,” he muttered. “But still not enough.”
He turned toward the light.
